Fic: Pink When I Turn Out The Light
Title: Pink When I Turn Out The Light
rating: NC17
spoilers: none
warnings: cross dressing. Blaine enjoys wearing panties in this one, folks.
summary: Kurt discovers an old lingerie catalog by Blaine's bed. Except it's not what he thinks. At all.
notes: Title obviously taken from Pink by Aerosmith.
Kurt's gone through Blaine's bedside table countless times before. It's where Blaine keeps extra pens for when they're doing homework, sheet music for when they want to sing together, tissues and bow ties and a whole host of other mundane junk.
It also appears to be where Blaine keeps a copy of an old Victoria's Secret catalog.
Kurt holds the magazine in his hands, a pretty girl with dirty blonde hair and a lacy bra looking back at him with a wink. The magazine is old, Kurt can tell not only because her make up is about two years out of date, but because of how worn it is. The edges are crinkled and some of the pages are dog eared, the corners folded over for easy access back to what appear to be Blaine's favorite pages.
Kurt hears Blaine coming back from the kitchen, his voice drifting through the doorway, but Kurt is too stunned to even attempt and hide the magazine. He clutches it in his hand, the girl with her large breasts and soft stomach mocking him the entire time. Blaine's still talking and Kurt thinks he catches something about watching Bravo or working on an assignment for Glee.
"What's this?" Kurt asks, interrupting Blaine holding up the magazine for him to see.
Blaine stops short and his mouth drops open. He fumbles over to the bed where Kurt is sitting, tripping over his feet and his words. "Kurt, no. Listen. It's--it's not what you think, okay?"
They've done this before. Gone through Blaine experimenting and figuring things out. Kurt feels his stomach tighten and he closes his eyes. He doesn't want to do this again. "Really? Because it looks like you have a magazine full of girls in their underwear right next to your bed."
"I don't look at it for the girls!" Blaine says in a hurry, his face turning completely red. "I don't, I promise."
"What else could you possibly need it for?" Kurt says, his voice getting louder and not believing a word that comes out of Blaine's mouth.
Blaine wrings his hands together, feet bouncing nervously and his eyes down. He opens his mouth a few times, but the start of the sentences die on his lips.
"I like--I like what they're wearing."
Kurt's caught completely off guard. He'd expected excuses. Blaine's mom must have been cleaning and left it in Blaine's room by mistake. Cooper putting it in Blaine's drawer a few weeks ago as a practical joke before he left Lima. He finally drops the magazine, the glossy pages falling open in his lap. He looks over at Blaine, who's still blushing and has his head turned down and away from Kurt. Okay, Kurt thinks. This is okay. He can work with this. As long as Blaine doesn't want to kiss Rachel again.
"You like what they're wearing?" Kurt asks, voice softer and all judgement gone. He's curious, wants to know what Blaine likes about it, find out why Blaine has kept this magazine for years.
Blaine's shifting uncomfortably on the bed, arms now folded over his chest and back hunched just a little, his shoulders drawn up tight. "It just think it looks pretty, that's all."
Kurt can tell when Blaine's about to retreat, draw in on himself and cut people out. Kurt runs his hand softly across Blaine's lower back, moving until they're closer together on the bed. "Hey, no. Don't do that. I don't think this is weird or disgusting or anything else you might be worried about, okay? I just want to talk to you about it."
Blaine sighs heavily, but Kurt can already see the tension leaving his shoulders. "I just look at it sometimes. That's it."
But Kurt can read Blaine like a book, knows his mannerisms and that there's more he wants to say. "Blaine, you keep it in your bedside table. I think you do more than just look at it." Blaine looks up at him with big open eyes and Kurt smiles softly, wants to ease Blaine's worries and let him know that everything is okay.
"You promise you won't think I'm weird or anything?" Blaine asks, needing the confirmation. Kurt nods, his hand never leaving Blaine's back, so Blaine continues. "Sometimes I think about how it'd feel to wear them. How soft the underwear would be, what it would feel like if I wore them underneath my clothes all day." He stops, clearly embarrassed, but Kurt just continues to rub his back. "What it would feel like to jerk off wearing them and how smooth everything would be."
Kurt's hand seizes in the middle of Blaine's back, his fingers digging in and his cock hardening in his jeans. He didn't expect to react so strongly to the visual that's creeping up in his mind; Blaine laid back on his bed, legs spread and only wearing a pair of small lace panties, hand rubbing himself through the soft fabric.
Kurt clears his throat, tries to get his voice to work. "Maybe we could pick out a pair?"
The shock is easily readable on Blaine's face, his eyes open wide. "No, we don't have to, Kurt. This is my thing, you don't have to do anything."
"I want to, though. I want it to be our thing," Kurt says, eyes drifting down to the large bulge in his jeans.
Blaine's eyes follow his, roaming down Kurt's body until he can see the obvious tenting in Kurt's pants. "Really?" He squeaks out.
Kurt nods quickly. He stands up and holds his hand out to Blaine. "Let's do some online shopping."
They sit close together while Blaine's computer powers up, thighs and shoulders pressed together.
"I'm sure there's some websites we can look at," Kurt says, his heart racing but trying to stay calm for Blaine. "There's probably somewhere that makes men's underwear to look like women's."
"Um, maybe," Blaine says, his fingers shaking as he types in his password incorrectly three times before entering the right one.
"Well, I don't think real women's underwear would fit you, right?" Kurt asks, trying to understand.
Blaine bounces his feet and licks his lips, debating on how he wants to explain this to Kurt. "That's kind of part of it."
"What is?" Kurt asks, eyes glued to Blaine's tongue as he wets his lips.
"I want them to be tight on me, to feel...constricted." He flushes again before continuing, "I want to really be able to feel it when I wear them. To feel everything."
Kurt can't type Victoria's Secret into the search bar quickly enough.
They browse the website, laughing together when the silence becomes a little awkward. Blaine is drawn to things that are very feminine, Kurt notices. Lace and bows and crisscrossing ties up the back.
"What about these ones?" Kurt asks, the mouse hovering over a pair of lace panties, a small bow on the front right where Blaine's hard dick would sit.
"Kurt," Blaine groans, eyes leaving the computer screen to bury his face in Kurt's neck, his hand immediately grabbing onto his cock and squeezing tight.
"What about a bra? Or some kind of lingerie?" Kurt asks, eyes gliding over the bright colors, imagining them pressed and fitted against Blaine's chest.
Blaine picks his head up from Kurt's shoulder, eyes clouded and pupils blown out and dark. He clears his throat. "Let's just stick to the bottoms for right now."
They decide on three pairs. The ones that Blaine reacted so strongly to, black lace that will show everything. A pair of silk boyshorts that Kurt knows will hit just right on Blaine's ass. And a pair of simple pink cotton briefs, small and soft and in no way big enough to cover Blaine when he finally puts them on.
Kurt doesn't even hesitate when he clicks next day shipping.
School drags on the next day, classes seeming twice as long with Kurt knowing what's waiting at home. They had decided to ship the underwear to Kurt's house, his dad and Carol gone to DC in the middle of the week.
It's tortuous, watching Blaine all day. When he bends over to pick up a dropped pen and all Kurt can think about is his ass covered in barely-there lace. When they're sitting at lunch and Blaine has his thighs spread just a little too wide, Kurt picturing his dick trapped in pink cotton.
When school is finally over, they drive back to Kurt's house in silence, unspoken excitement filling the car. Kurt holds Blaine's hand the entire time, thumb dragging across Blaine's knuckles.
When they reach Kurt's house, they immediately go to the mailbox. They pause in front of it, breathing a little heavily, before Kurt opens the lid and pulls out a small package.
Blaine sucks in a breath, his hands clutching tightly on the strap of his bag.
"Let's go inside."
Once they're up in Kurt's room, they open the package and lay the three pairs of panties out on the bed. Kurt watches at Blaine lets his fingers run over each pair, feeling the soft fabrics and lace trim.
"Which--" Kurt coughs and clears his throat, loving the way Blaine gently touches each pair. "Which one do you want to wear first?"
Blaine considers it, picking up the pink cotton briefs and feeling them between his thumb and finger. "I think these ones to start," Blaine says, his voice choked and barely above a whisper.
"Okay, yeah. That's good," Kurt stutters. "Do you want to change in my bathroom?"
Blaine nods and picks up the panties, giving Kurt a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the room and shutting the bathroom store behind him.
Kurt busies himself while Blaine's in the bathroom, putting the other underwear back in the package and under his bed. He hears Blaine groan, so loud that it drifts through the closed door, and Kurt has to reach down and squeeze his already hard dick to calm himself down.
"Hurry up. Please," Kurt calls out.
"Can you take off your clothes, too?" Blaine answers back. Kurt unbuttons his shirt with shaking hands and is kicking his pants off of his feet when Blaine walks out of the bathroom.
He's shirtless, but still wearing his jeans, the top button undone and Kurt swears he sees a flash of pink.
"Bed. Now." Kurt demands.
The scramble onto the bed, Blaine laying on his back with his head in the pillows, Kurt straddling his legs over Blaine's knees. He reaches his hand up slowly, taking hold of the zipper on Blaine's jeans and pulling it down, revealing more and more pink as he goes.
"How do they feel?" Kurt asks. The underwear are still mostly hidden by the jeans, but Kurt can see part of Blaine's erection trapped inside.
"Soft," Blaine whispers, eyes closing. "So soft. It feels amazing, Kurt."
Kurt can't wait any more. He moves off of Blaine's knees and grabs onto the belt loops on Blaine's pants. He yanks hard, pulls them off of Blaine's body entirely and drops them onto the ground next to the bed, and finally, finally, looks down.
The pink looks amazing against Blaine's skin, pulling and stretching and digging in just a little at his hips. They're too small, barely fitting around Blaine's thick thighs, the fabric disappearing into the creases.
Kurt lets his eyes focus on Blaine's dick, trapped inside the panties, impossibly hard and stretching the fabric. His dick looks huge, something so big fitting inside a space so small. The tip of his cock is pointing out of the top, aiming up to his belly button, the elastic waistband resting right underneath the leaking head.
"Do you like it?" Blaine asks, his voice unsure but completely aroused.
Kurt doesn't answer him, just surges up until his entire body is pressed on top of Blaine and they're kissing. Their mouths open automatically, tongues together and hands scratching at bare skin. Kurt grinds his hips down, just two thin layers of fabric separating them, and Blaine breaks the kiss to throw his head back and groan.
Kurt moves to his neck, tongue first and then teeth, nipping at Blaine's skin until small red marks start breaking out across Blaine's throat. Kurt's hips pick up speed, grinding their cocks together, pushing down and sliding against each other perfectly.
"How do they feel?" Kurt asks, lips moving against Blaine's neck and vibrating Blaine's skin.
"Kurt," Blaine sobs, fingers digging into Kurt's back. "It's soft and tight and I can feel everything."
Kurt feels heat coil low in his stomach and he forces his hips to stutter to a stop, moves until they're no longer pressed together.
"Don't stop, please," Blaine begs, his hands scrambling for Kurt's hips and trying to thrust up.
But Kurt shakes him off and moves down Blaine's chest, his tongue dipping into every curve and counting ribs. He reaches Blaine's cock, where the panties are so tight around him, the fabric cupping Blaine's balls, barely fitting inside.
He runs one finger up the length of Blaine's dick, softly at first but pressing harder the farther up he gets. Beneath him Blaine bucks his hips up, fingers clawing at the sheets for something to hold on to.
"Please, Kurt. Something--you have to do something," Blaine begs, his hips twitching up into Kurt's hands.
So Kurt does. He leans down, bends in half with his back arched beautifully, and starts mouthing at the underwear, the fabric so thin that he can taste Blaine through it. He presses Blaine's hips into the mattress with both hands and licks a stripe up Blaine's dick, swiping his tongue across the exposed head.
Blaine is writhing beneath him, eyes closed and breathing hard, and it's the hottest thing Kurt has ever seen. He continues lapping at Blaine's dick, the panties dark and damp, tasting the clean cotton and Blaine underneath.
Kurt pulls back just a little, still close to Blaine's dick but far enough back that he can wrap his hand around.
"Are you going to come for me, Blaine?" Kurt asks, his hand gripping the wet fabric and dragging it up and down Blaine's cock.
"Yes, yes, yes. Kurt, yes," Blaine says, repeats himself over and over as he fucks himself into Kurt's hand.
Kurt drags the fabric up Blaine's dick one more time, his grip hot and tight, swiping his thumb over the head of Blaine's cock that's peeking out of the top of the panties.
Blaine chokes on air as he sucks in a gasp, his hips twitching up and his back bowing almost painfully as he comes. Kurt continues to jerk him through it and watches as the come lands on Blaine's stomach, clings to Blaine's hip bone and drips back down onto the panties, just a little.
Blaine's chest is heaving and Kurt doesn't even bother taking his boxer briefs off all the way, just pulls them down far enough so his cock is out. He wraps his hand around his dick, still wet from his spit on the panties, bringing himself up onto his knees and jerking himself over Blaine.
"Mmm, Kurt," Blaine says, breathing now even and voice deep. "Can you come on them? Please?"
Kurt's breath stutters out and he moves his hand faster, pumping his cock and watching as the come dries to Blaine's skin. He feels dizzy, the pleasure scorching through him and entirely overwhelming.
"Please, Kurt," Blaine whispers, like it's a secret. "I want to wear them like this to school tomorrow."
Kurt keens and comes with a choked cry, all over Blaine's underwear and across his lower stomach.
Kurt falls to Blaine's side, his body wrecked and not able to support itself. He scoots closer to Blaine, noses against Blaine's neck and behind his ear.
"Thank you," Blaine says simply, both of them knowing it's so much more than that. Thank you for being open minded, thank you for understanding, thank you for trusting me, thank you for loving me.
"You're welcome," Kurt answers back quietly, arm draped across Blaine's chest, even though he knows he's the one who owes Blaine thanks.
rating: NC17
spoilers: none
warnings: cross dressing. Blaine enjoys wearing panties in this one, folks.
summary: Kurt discovers an old lingerie catalog by Blaine's bed. Except it's not what he thinks. At all.
notes: Title obviously taken from Pink by Aerosmith.
Kurt's gone through Blaine's bedside table countless times before. It's where Blaine keeps extra pens for when they're doing homework, sheet music for when they want to sing together, tissues and bow ties and a whole host of other mundane junk.
It also appears to be where Blaine keeps a copy of an old Victoria's Secret catalog.
Kurt holds the magazine in his hands, a pretty girl with dirty blonde hair and a lacy bra looking back at him with a wink. The magazine is old, Kurt can tell not only because her make up is about two years out of date, but because of how worn it is. The edges are crinkled and some of the pages are dog eared, the corners folded over for easy access back to what appear to be Blaine's favorite pages.
Kurt hears Blaine coming back from the kitchen, his voice drifting through the doorway, but Kurt is too stunned to even attempt and hide the magazine. He clutches it in his hand, the girl with her large breasts and soft stomach mocking him the entire time. Blaine's still talking and Kurt thinks he catches something about watching Bravo or working on an assignment for Glee.
"What's this?" Kurt asks, interrupting Blaine holding up the magazine for him to see.
Blaine stops short and his mouth drops open. He fumbles over to the bed where Kurt is sitting, tripping over his feet and his words. "Kurt, no. Listen. It's--it's not what you think, okay?"
They've done this before. Gone through Blaine experimenting and figuring things out. Kurt feels his stomach tighten and he closes his eyes. He doesn't want to do this again. "Really? Because it looks like you have a magazine full of girls in their underwear right next to your bed."
"I don't look at it for the girls!" Blaine says in a hurry, his face turning completely red. "I don't, I promise."
"What else could you possibly need it for?" Kurt says, his voice getting louder and not believing a word that comes out of Blaine's mouth.
Blaine wrings his hands together, feet bouncing nervously and his eyes down. He opens his mouth a few times, but the start of the sentences die on his lips.
"I like--I like what they're wearing."
Kurt's caught completely off guard. He'd expected excuses. Blaine's mom must have been cleaning and left it in Blaine's room by mistake. Cooper putting it in Blaine's drawer a few weeks ago as a practical joke before he left Lima. He finally drops the magazine, the glossy pages falling open in his lap. He looks over at Blaine, who's still blushing and has his head turned down and away from Kurt. Okay, Kurt thinks. This is okay. He can work with this. As long as Blaine doesn't want to kiss Rachel again.
"You like what they're wearing?" Kurt asks, voice softer and all judgement gone. He's curious, wants to know what Blaine likes about it, find out why Blaine has kept this magazine for years.
Blaine's shifting uncomfortably on the bed, arms now folded over his chest and back hunched just a little, his shoulders drawn up tight. "It just think it looks pretty, that's all."
Kurt can tell when Blaine's about to retreat, draw in on himself and cut people out. Kurt runs his hand softly across Blaine's lower back, moving until they're closer together on the bed. "Hey, no. Don't do that. I don't think this is weird or disgusting or anything else you might be worried about, okay? I just want to talk to you about it."
Blaine sighs heavily, but Kurt can already see the tension leaving his shoulders. "I just look at it sometimes. That's it."
But Kurt can read Blaine like a book, knows his mannerisms and that there's more he wants to say. "Blaine, you keep it in your bedside table. I think you do more than just look at it." Blaine looks up at him with big open eyes and Kurt smiles softly, wants to ease Blaine's worries and let him know that everything is okay.
"You promise you won't think I'm weird or anything?" Blaine asks, needing the confirmation. Kurt nods, his hand never leaving Blaine's back, so Blaine continues. "Sometimes I think about how it'd feel to wear them. How soft the underwear would be, what it would feel like if I wore them underneath my clothes all day." He stops, clearly embarrassed, but Kurt just continues to rub his back. "What it would feel like to jerk off wearing them and how smooth everything would be."
Kurt's hand seizes in the middle of Blaine's back, his fingers digging in and his cock hardening in his jeans. He didn't expect to react so strongly to the visual that's creeping up in his mind; Blaine laid back on his bed, legs spread and only wearing a pair of small lace panties, hand rubbing himself through the soft fabric.
Kurt clears his throat, tries to get his voice to work. "Maybe we could pick out a pair?"
The shock is easily readable on Blaine's face, his eyes open wide. "No, we don't have to, Kurt. This is my thing, you don't have to do anything."
"I want to, though. I want it to be our thing," Kurt says, eyes drifting down to the large bulge in his jeans.
Blaine's eyes follow his, roaming down Kurt's body until he can see the obvious tenting in Kurt's pants. "Really?" He squeaks out.
Kurt nods quickly. He stands up and holds his hand out to Blaine. "Let's do some online shopping."
They sit close together while Blaine's computer powers up, thighs and shoulders pressed together.
"I'm sure there's some websites we can look at," Kurt says, his heart racing but trying to stay calm for Blaine. "There's probably somewhere that makes men's underwear to look like women's."
"Um, maybe," Blaine says, his fingers shaking as he types in his password incorrectly three times before entering the right one.
"Well, I don't think real women's underwear would fit you, right?" Kurt asks, trying to understand.
Blaine bounces his feet and licks his lips, debating on how he wants to explain this to Kurt. "That's kind of part of it."
"What is?" Kurt asks, eyes glued to Blaine's tongue as he wets his lips.
"I want them to be tight on me, to feel...constricted." He flushes again before continuing, "I want to really be able to feel it when I wear them. To feel everything."
Kurt can't type Victoria's Secret into the search bar quickly enough.
They browse the website, laughing together when the silence becomes a little awkward. Blaine is drawn to things that are very feminine, Kurt notices. Lace and bows and crisscrossing ties up the back.
"What about these ones?" Kurt asks, the mouse hovering over a pair of lace panties, a small bow on the front right where Blaine's hard dick would sit.
"Kurt," Blaine groans, eyes leaving the computer screen to bury his face in Kurt's neck, his hand immediately grabbing onto his cock and squeezing tight.
"What about a bra? Or some kind of lingerie?" Kurt asks, eyes gliding over the bright colors, imagining them pressed and fitted against Blaine's chest.
Blaine picks his head up from Kurt's shoulder, eyes clouded and pupils blown out and dark. He clears his throat. "Let's just stick to the bottoms for right now."
They decide on three pairs. The ones that Blaine reacted so strongly to, black lace that will show everything. A pair of silk boyshorts that Kurt knows will hit just right on Blaine's ass. And a pair of simple pink cotton briefs, small and soft and in no way big enough to cover Blaine when he finally puts them on.
Kurt doesn't even hesitate when he clicks next day shipping.
School drags on the next day, classes seeming twice as long with Kurt knowing what's waiting at home. They had decided to ship the underwear to Kurt's house, his dad and Carol gone to DC in the middle of the week.
It's tortuous, watching Blaine all day. When he bends over to pick up a dropped pen and all Kurt can think about is his ass covered in barely-there lace. When they're sitting at lunch and Blaine has his thighs spread just a little too wide, Kurt picturing his dick trapped in pink cotton.
When school is finally over, they drive back to Kurt's house in silence, unspoken excitement filling the car. Kurt holds Blaine's hand the entire time, thumb dragging across Blaine's knuckles.
When they reach Kurt's house, they immediately go to the mailbox. They pause in front of it, breathing a little heavily, before Kurt opens the lid and pulls out a small package.
Blaine sucks in a breath, his hands clutching tightly on the strap of his bag.
"Let's go inside."
Once they're up in Kurt's room, they open the package and lay the three pairs of panties out on the bed. Kurt watches at Blaine lets his fingers run over each pair, feeling the soft fabrics and lace trim.
"Which--" Kurt coughs and clears his throat, loving the way Blaine gently touches each pair. "Which one do you want to wear first?"
Blaine considers it, picking up the pink cotton briefs and feeling them between his thumb and finger. "I think these ones to start," Blaine says, his voice choked and barely above a whisper.
"Okay, yeah. That's good," Kurt stutters. "Do you want to change in my bathroom?"
Blaine nods and picks up the panties, giving Kurt a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the room and shutting the bathroom store behind him.
Kurt busies himself while Blaine's in the bathroom, putting the other underwear back in the package and under his bed. He hears Blaine groan, so loud that it drifts through the closed door, and Kurt has to reach down and squeeze his already hard dick to calm himself down.
"Hurry up. Please," Kurt calls out.
"Can you take off your clothes, too?" Blaine answers back. Kurt unbuttons his shirt with shaking hands and is kicking his pants off of his feet when Blaine walks out of the bathroom.
He's shirtless, but still wearing his jeans, the top button undone and Kurt swears he sees a flash of pink.
"Bed. Now." Kurt demands.
The scramble onto the bed, Blaine laying on his back with his head in the pillows, Kurt straddling his legs over Blaine's knees. He reaches his hand up slowly, taking hold of the zipper on Blaine's jeans and pulling it down, revealing more and more pink as he goes.
"How do they feel?" Kurt asks. The underwear are still mostly hidden by the jeans, but Kurt can see part of Blaine's erection trapped inside.
"Soft," Blaine whispers, eyes closing. "So soft. It feels amazing, Kurt."
Kurt can't wait any more. He moves off of Blaine's knees and grabs onto the belt loops on Blaine's pants. He yanks hard, pulls them off of Blaine's body entirely and drops them onto the ground next to the bed, and finally, finally, looks down.
The pink looks amazing against Blaine's skin, pulling and stretching and digging in just a little at his hips. They're too small, barely fitting around Blaine's thick thighs, the fabric disappearing into the creases.
Kurt lets his eyes focus on Blaine's dick, trapped inside the panties, impossibly hard and stretching the fabric. His dick looks huge, something so big fitting inside a space so small. The tip of his cock is pointing out of the top, aiming up to his belly button, the elastic waistband resting right underneath the leaking head.
"Do you like it?" Blaine asks, his voice unsure but completely aroused.
Kurt doesn't answer him, just surges up until his entire body is pressed on top of Blaine and they're kissing. Their mouths open automatically, tongues together and hands scratching at bare skin. Kurt grinds his hips down, just two thin layers of fabric separating them, and Blaine breaks the kiss to throw his head back and groan.
Kurt moves to his neck, tongue first and then teeth, nipping at Blaine's skin until small red marks start breaking out across Blaine's throat. Kurt's hips pick up speed, grinding their cocks together, pushing down and sliding against each other perfectly.
"How do they feel?" Kurt asks, lips moving against Blaine's neck and vibrating Blaine's skin.
"Kurt," Blaine sobs, fingers digging into Kurt's back. "It's soft and tight and I can feel everything."
Kurt feels heat coil low in his stomach and he forces his hips to stutter to a stop, moves until they're no longer pressed together.
"Don't stop, please," Blaine begs, his hands scrambling for Kurt's hips and trying to thrust up.
But Kurt shakes him off and moves down Blaine's chest, his tongue dipping into every curve and counting ribs. He reaches Blaine's cock, where the panties are so tight around him, the fabric cupping Blaine's balls, barely fitting inside.
He runs one finger up the length of Blaine's dick, softly at first but pressing harder the farther up he gets. Beneath him Blaine bucks his hips up, fingers clawing at the sheets for something to hold on to.
"Please, Kurt. Something--you have to do something," Blaine begs, his hips twitching up into Kurt's hands.
So Kurt does. He leans down, bends in half with his back arched beautifully, and starts mouthing at the underwear, the fabric so thin that he can taste Blaine through it. He presses Blaine's hips into the mattress with both hands and licks a stripe up Blaine's dick, swiping his tongue across the exposed head.
Blaine is writhing beneath him, eyes closed and breathing hard, and it's the hottest thing Kurt has ever seen. He continues lapping at Blaine's dick, the panties dark and damp, tasting the clean cotton and Blaine underneath.
Kurt pulls back just a little, still close to Blaine's dick but far enough back that he can wrap his hand around.
"Are you going to come for me, Blaine?" Kurt asks, his hand gripping the wet fabric and dragging it up and down Blaine's cock.
"Yes, yes, yes. Kurt, yes," Blaine says, repeats himself over and over as he fucks himself into Kurt's hand.
Kurt drags the fabric up Blaine's dick one more time, his grip hot and tight, swiping his thumb over the head of Blaine's cock that's peeking out of the top of the panties.
Blaine chokes on air as he sucks in a gasp, his hips twitching up and his back bowing almost painfully as he comes. Kurt continues to jerk him through it and watches as the come lands on Blaine's stomach, clings to Blaine's hip bone and drips back down onto the panties, just a little.
Blaine's chest is heaving and Kurt doesn't even bother taking his boxer briefs off all the way, just pulls them down far enough so his cock is out. He wraps his hand around his dick, still wet from his spit on the panties, bringing himself up onto his knees and jerking himself over Blaine.
"Mmm, Kurt," Blaine says, breathing now even and voice deep. "Can you come on them? Please?"
Kurt's breath stutters out and he moves his hand faster, pumping his cock and watching as the come dries to Blaine's skin. He feels dizzy, the pleasure scorching through him and entirely overwhelming.
"Please, Kurt," Blaine whispers, like it's a secret. "I want to wear them like this to school tomorrow."
Kurt keens and comes with a choked cry, all over Blaine's underwear and across his lower stomach.
Kurt falls to Blaine's side, his body wrecked and not able to support itself. He scoots closer to Blaine, noses against Blaine's neck and behind his ear.
"Thank you," Blaine says simply, both of them knowing it's so much more than that. Thank you for being open minded, thank you for understanding, thank you for trusting me, thank you for loving me.
"You're welcome," Kurt answers back quietly, arm draped across Blaine's chest, even though he knows he's the one who owes Blaine thanks.